Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.